nothing i do is good enough for you,
you say you love me but i doubt you do,
all you do is say nothing but hate.
hate fills my heart,
hate fills my mind,
and you wonder why i'm depressed all the time.
broken heart,
shattered life,
maybe you'll help me next time i cry
what happens when i'm gone
maybe i can tell
you'll be a lot happier
and i will be as well
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